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Winter in Cloud Recesses is cold. Cold, and snowy; snowy enough that the roofs creak with the weight by midwinter, and cold enough to create icicles longer than Wei Wuxian’s hand.
It’s become his favorite time to be in Gusu. He thinks maybe it’s the way the stars sparkle in the cold air, like shining points of frost in the sky, or maybe it’s the visible steam of his own breath and the crunch of snow under his feet, so different from the seeping damp that pervades Yunmeng’s winters. (It never snows in Yunmeng. It doesn’t even get cold in Yunmeng, not like Cloud Recesses gets cold. Like the Cold Spring is spreading out over the whole mountain.)
He stands under the first snowflakes of the year with his arms spread wide and his head tilted back, trying to catch some on his tongue.
“Wei Ying.”
Warmth settles around his shoulders; strong arms wrap around his chest and soft fur tickles his cheeks.
“Lan Zhan,” He lowers his arms and turns and nuzzles at his husband’s neck. Presses a kiss to the turn of his jaw.
“You’re cold.” Lan Wangji’s hands close over his own, still warm from holding the fur-lined coat. Or maybe just warm because Lan Wangji is always warm, once Wei Wuxian gets into touching distance.
Wei Wuxian grins. “I’m fine,” he insists, even as he snuggles closer. He watches the snow drift on the wind. “Think it’ll be deep?”
A kiss presses against his hair. No, then. Not deep enough to snow anyone in for a few hours, anyway. Still. He’s confident in his ability to be convincing, come morning.
In the Jingshi, there is a sweet-burning brazier, warm blankets, and a bed. Outside, their breath mixes between them and snowflakes settle on Lan Wangji’s eyelashes, and on his hair, bright as stars in the darkness.
Wei Wuxian laces Lan Wangji’s fingers through his own. Rises up on his toes.
Kisses points of ice off his cheeks.
And watches him smile.